The Fair Maid of Normanton
An effigy, alone in the SW corner of the S aisle
By Sue Mackrell, 2007
“A somewhat flighty member
of the Belvoir Household,”
It says in the Church guide book,
The poor relation,
A bit of an embarrassment,
Buried in the churchyard first,
But moved to the back of the church,
By the door.
No better than she should be, you know.
Rumours of the manner of her death abound,
Smitten by a snowball at a
Shrove Tuesday bash,
Earwigs fell out of her ears,
So they say.
But we don’t talk about her much,
Not one of us, you know.